Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Wednesday, 26 February 2014
Your help needed
'A Canterbury Tale', by Michael Powell, is my all-time favourite film which I never tire of watching. It is also Martin Scorcese's favourite movie as well. So there.
I won't spoil it for you, but about half way through, the little boy in the centre of the picture above, goes into a hotel dressed in a large (for him) overcoat, despite the hot August weather. He is being used to smuggle a notebook from the local grocer's shop, which may contain valuable clues as to who is 'the glue man'.
When upstairs in the room, the boy is handed a glass of lemonade, and before he drinks it, he looks at it and says something that sounds like, "A foo-foo", and this comment is obviously not scripted, but from the heart.
No matter how many times H.I. and me have seen this film - and that is countless times - and no matter how hard we strain to listen to the boy - sometimes rewinding to hear the comment again - we have never been able to make out what the lad is saying, let alone meaning.
Now this is what I want you to do. Go out and buy the DVD of A Canterbury Tale (you won't regret it) and get back to me with your interpretation of what the boy says when handed the lemonade.
You will put us out of our misery if you can solve this problem, which has been niggling us for about 25 years now. I reckon that if the lad is still alive, he must be about 77 years old, so if you can put me in touch with him, that might work as well.